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“We can fuck each other to sleep... How does that sound?” I answered through short, breathless gasps.
“That sounds like a challenge, and I’ll gladly accept, my sweet girl… Now, how about you come around my cock and let me hear that beautiful cry you always make—the one where you scream my name as your pussy tightens for fucking more.”
I’ve always loved his filthy mouth, the way he could always tell me to come, and my body would immediately comply without need for further instruction.
My head fell back against the tile, arms wrapping around the back of his head as I held him close and let myself come around his dick while he drove it in hard and deep, his piercings stimulating every single nerve along their path.
“Look at you, gorgeous wifey of mine. Always so responsive to my commands. You deserve another thorough fuck as a reward.” Dallas growled against my shoulder as he teased the sensitive skin with his teeth, releasing my legs and supporting my body as we stood skin to skin under the water.
His sex was a drug, and the more he gave to me, the more I wanted.
When my breathing eased, I cupped his face, staring deep into his eyes with the understanding that he was now mine just as much as I was his.
“I love you.” I breathed, running my thumb along his lower lip, feeling whole and complete—all because of him.
Dallas gripped my chin, pulling my lips closer to his until I yearned for them to touch.
“I’ll always love you, sweet girl.” He murmured as his lips pressed softly against mine, and I melted into him like ice cream on a hot summer day.
This was what forever felt like.
This is how true love is supposed to feel.
Chapter 29
Dallas
Afterspendinghoursmakingmy wife the center of my universe, I was woken early by a text from Dustin, detailing the aftermath and result of her test.
Unbeknownst to me, one single fucking camera in that suite recorded the entire encounter between my wife and her target.
It aggravated the fuck out of me to know there was a camera in that room from the very beginning, and that I wasn’t given access to it from the start. Emily had informed me that the illusion suite was unmonitored per Dustin’s instruction, and yet here he was fucking telling me that he saw everything that fucking happened.
My irritation at that minor detail aside, Dustin at least confirmed that Bria had completed her test and as of today, we officially had the blessing of the MUR to continue our life as usual—whatever the fuck that meant these days.
Before I had brought my sweet girl home, I cleared the entire kitchen of all the old food I originally had, donating what I could and trashing what I couldn’t—wanting nothing more than a fresh start with her in our home.
Over the course of several weeks, the fridge and pantry were fully stocked, and we no longer ordered takeout. Most evenings, I prepared our meals, loving any opportunity to play chef, and on a few occasions, Bria and I cooked dinner together—always an intimate experience between the two of us.
Failing to fall back asleep, I wandered into the kitchen to make myself breakfast and coffee. Deciding on something quick and easy—a toasted bagel with jalapeño cream cheese—I leaned back, pressing my thighs against the kitchen counter. I stared out the back windows, spying a storm rolling toward us in the distance.
Dropping my attention to the large mug I held, I swirled its contents, finally having the time to slow down and think—to process everything that had happened up until today.
After what felt like only minutes, I heard a throat clearing, and I lifted my gaze to see my wife standing in the archway to our bedroom, wearing nothing more than one of my T-shirts—my favorite outfit of choice.
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I saw my future in Bria’s bright amber eyes—the simple fact that I now had a future with her to look forward to.
Bria raised a brow at me as she crossed her arms over her chest and slowly sauntered across the living room, swaying her hips with every step.
“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” I scoffed, taking another long sip from my mug.
“Oh, no reason… I’m just trying to figure out how the hell you’ve managed to make eating a bagel bare ass naked look so fucking hot… It’s quite a talent now that I think of it…” She hummed, licking her lips with rapt hunger.
I glanced down at my half-mast dick before lifting my eyes back up to meet my wife with a sinful smirk.
“Pretty sure it’s my package.”
“Always so confident. Are you sure that’s not just your overinflated ego telling you that?”
